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Nov 10 The Red Caps Are Coming...The Red Caps Are Coming

Orange isn’t the new Black, and that ole pumpkin spice tan face motherfucker is not my president. I refuse to acknowledge its existence as president; yes, it is an it. There’s no way it is an actual person, no billionaire would walk around with a weave imported from Chilligan’s Island, ole “that ain’t no damn puppy, that ain’t no damn puppy!” hair having ass motherfucker. This election was a mirror of what, and who America really is; loud, fame whoring, talentless, soul prostitutes who culture vulture. A whole bunch of pandering for popularity, rather than appreciation, and respect for actual knowledge & skills.

Hillary Clinton dabbed, nae nae’d, ju ju’d on the beat, had hot sauce in her bag “swag”, hit dem folk, and quoted Jay-Z to appeal to us because she felt as if Black America, and specifically Hip-Hop helped win, and keep President Obama in office. Here’s the thing, Barack Obama is actually a Black man, with a Black family, and he spoke to us, for us, and not at us, or thru us because we could see thru Hillary. Listen, I’m no political scientist, will never front to be, I purposely choose to be ignorant about politics because it’s such a clusterfuck that if properly “woke” I’d probably bang my head on walls all day. I tend to defer to people in the know, and even they couldn’t tell me why I should vote for Hillary other than, “Man, at least she’s not him!” Please take into consideration I’m Haitian, a real Haitian, and have been since the beginning of time; there is nothing in me that will ever empathize or root for a Clinton. Any Haitian, looking at you Karen Civil, who stands by a Clinton is nothing more than a poor excuse of a human being and can go fuck themselves, considering what the Clintons have done to Haiti for about 25 years. Imagine this, you have someone you’re interested in, and they have several suitors, nothing wrong with that right? However, instead of you winning them over by being who you are, you focus your energy on what the other suitors are or aren’t. That’s called dirty-macking and is considered a flagurant-2, and automatic ejection where I’m from. You can only dirty-mack your way into empty wins; if the shit ain’t sincere I get it the fuck out my face. And fuck Hillary, I hate her with all my heart, and still I expected her to win, and to live with her as president of this country.

All my angst, and anger towards HRC is dwarfed by my genuine contempt, and pure disdain of it winning. Again, this election was a mirror of America, and what are the most popular things in this country? Stop squinting your eyes like you just got out the car and stared directly into the sun on purpose; this is a rhetorical question. The most popular things in this country are racism, and sexism, with a dash of white women who throw stones, then play victim, the end. So what America did was be exactly who we knew them to be. America feels like they “gave” us a Black president, and now we should be happy. America simply could not fathom a woman president, after a Black man, so much so that they cut their nose to spite their face because who won is not it but is an it. Over the last 8 years, while President Obama has certainly given us beautiful hope, and belief that impossible does exist, his tenure clouded our collective judgment because America is still as racist, and sexist as it’s ever been.

It winning this election is the culmination and their racist/sexist crowning achievement. All the Black men, and women who have died at the hands of police in the last say, 3 to 4 years (all due respect to them & their families, there are too many names to list) was leading up to this moment. While we were talking nonsense like, “this is chess not checkers; think about it”, these racists, and sexists were in the bunker plotting, and getting ready to mob on us. This election wasn’t won on Tuesday evening, this is 8 years of playing art of war; it’s funny how loud people can tell you “chess not checkers” but never see the war formulating under their nose; think about that.

With the understanding of just how angry, and frustrated we all are because please believe I am too, being loud, obnoxious, not listening, and divisive is not the answer. Telling people how to feel or how to cope with their anger, anxiety, and fear of this election is not your call, now or ever. You know who you types sound like? That’s right, you sound like the it that just won the election. Stop becoming what you despise because you’re confused, and don’t know how to articulate yourself without being loud, and dumb. With all the conversation about Black mental health in 2016, how does anyone fix their mouth to tell anyone to “get over it” or accept oppression? Because like everything else, once someone sees an opportunity to monetize on something, they bastardize it, and almost make it obsolete. Well, I take Black mental health very fucking seriously, and won’t let you or the it who won this election bastardize the importance of anyone’s coping mechanisms; especially those of Black women.

Our women are telling us they’re fearful of what may happen in the future, and they don’t feel protected because guess what? We have not done right by them, myself included. Please keep in mind, everything I write are conversations I have with myself first. Without asking, Black women have been there for us regardless of what we’ve done for them (nothing) and to them (everything but protect them). Regardless if we ask Black women for anything, they’ve always done the most for us. The very least, the bare fucking minimum we can do is be there to make sure none of this changes the roll y’all on in every walk of life. It’s high time for us to take care of our women because the moment Black women decide to say, “fuck you!” and turn their backs on us, we will be assed out. Here’s the thing, it shouldn’t take what they do for us, for us to go out of our way for them; it’s simple Black compassion, empathy, humanity, and love that should have us on the front line for them, as they always are for us.

How do we accomplish this? Coming together, equal parts political scientists, hood, street, and “regular” Black people alike. Teach each other, and stop the preaching nonsense because we fail to take into consideration that nobody built like you, you design yourself. Stop bringing your ego to the table because it’s loud, and doesn’t do anything for anyone but make you feel like you can touch the backboard when you can’t. Stop the false prophecies because all you are doing is talking, and not doing. I only listen to people who do, and talk less because having to listen to the people who just talk keeps me away from my do, and I got shit to do. It’s time to bridge the gap between all sectors of Black people and come to an understanding that we all need each other. HRC isn’t the only one who can quote Jay-Z, “If every nigga in your clique is rich, your clique is rugged, nobody will fall cause everyone will be each others crutches…” These are certainly the rules in my life. Build our community like the Jews do, the bunch of fucking thieves they are. Go to any major city in America, and you’ll find a Chinatown. Why? How? Group economics? Surely, but it’s deeper than that, it’s deeper than rap. It’s a unity in community, and said united front has to protect, and be willing to die for ours. I’m no martyr but I am willing; let’s all meet each other on the bridge, and hold OURS down because this ain’t it. It’s time to get in the bunker, strategize, boot up, and lead the charge for those who are incapable, or don’t want to do so because being obnoxious, and talking ignorantly ain’t it. The red caps are coming, and I’m not Batman, Superman or even Lex Luthor, but I am a balls to the wall motherfucker, who likes to do more than talk aimlessly. I’m going to get to work, and Black people, I got you.

Coeur Noir is an autofiction novel written by Al Patron. The title is Haitian Creole for black heart or heart of black, in reference to the traits of the main protagonist, Nikolas Daniel...who may or may not be based on Al Patron himself. A coming of age novel Coeur Noir will evoke emotional reactions ranging from but not limited to crying & laughter, all while detailing a path to greatness for Al Pa...pardon...Nikolas Daniel.